Volume One, Chapter 43: Who Gave You Permission to Touch My Things?

Transmigrando para o Livro na Década de 70: Flertando com o Deus dos Homens, Pesquisando para Enriquecer e Revitalizar a Pátria Fada, por favor, faça fortuna! 1170 words 2026-08-04 06:57:16

Thus, the moment Shen Zhiyuan returned, even before stepping through the front door, he almost got into a fight with someone.

"Making babies?" Luo Bingzhu shot a shy and indignant glare at Xiao Yu, though she had already guessed this would be the case upon seeing the room card in this fellow's hand.

"Actually, it's not just about listening to music; we're also grabbing a meal along the way," Ye Hao paused before offering this explanation.

However, just as the table was about to crash down on Zhou Xingyun, a flash of piercing light cut through the air like a rainbow, splitting the banquet table in two with a resounding crash.

This was the divine will of an immortal who had undergone nine calamities, the remnant mental projection of a former demigod, standing just a step away from the Pure Yang realm.

Gathering quietly in the silence, chirping in mutual response, they lay dormant in hidden seclusion, waiting until the fall of night to finally emerge, frequently locking gazes with you.

Compared to the ostentatious luxury of the imperial palace in Aotian City, the Dark Star Palace appeared low-key yet exuded absolute extravagance, making it truly the most luxurious place of all.

Holier genuinely believed that even if half their forces had to be sacrificed, as long as they could recapture Mayba Castle, everything would still hold hope.

"Sister Junlan, do you want to come over? Let Xiao Yu hug you from behind and give you the experience of the Titanic," Xia Qianrui asked.

"Is that so? Then let's wait and see," Chu Ling smiled grimly, a trace of ferocity and brutality creeping up within his eerie pupils.

Previously, he wouldn't even dare to imagine it, but when someone was willing to deliver the opportunity right to him, Number Seven was practically ready to prostrate himself in complete gratitude.

Before meeting Wang Hao, she had considered herself quite the rebel within the police force, offending countless people and making quite a name for herself in law enforcement circles.

The old master looked awkwardly at Cheng Yun. "My girl, Grandfather has simply brought himself." The implication was that he hadn't prepared any gifts for the children.

Meanwhile, batches of supplies were continuously delivered, dragging the time out for nearly two hours. This meant the Xiliang soldiers had been freezing in the wind and snow for a full hour, and with each convoy retreating twenty miles after a single push, they instinctively lost all will to fight.

"May I ask the Senior General, what is to become of the current military forces of Goguryeo?" Kong Jie pondered for a long time before suddenly raising an even sharper question.

Interrupted, Feng Nai's fingers moved swiftly, pulling the zipper of his school uniform back up before turning his gaze to the side.

Cheng Ziyu laughed endlessly, unable to help wrapping her arms around his waist as she surrendered to his kiss, which was tender yet tinged with dominance.

Cheng Ziyu and Cheng Xuan knelt on the ground trembling as they expressed their gratitude, but the Emperor felt that wasn't enough and actually had someone bring over a table and spread out Xuan paper, intending to bestow a piece of his calligraphy. Cheng Ziyu exchanged a glance with the old master, and both saw joy reflected in each other's eyes.

"I'd actually like to side with you all, but if you carry on doing things this way, aren't you afraid people will point fingers at your spines? I still want a face to save!" These words were harsh indeed; Liu Zhengzhong was genuinely angered by them, disgusted by their complete lack of shame and decency.

"Han Fei's analysis is thorough, and I have learned much. How could I possibly refuse such an endeavor that benefits both the country and the people? Let Han Fei personally take charge of this matter." Zi Zhi thought for a moment before making a direct decision.

In the world of capital, there is no room for sentimentality, and venture capital is certainly not charity. Even SoftBank, with all its deep pockets, had a history stained with dark episodes.

Representing Youwei Technology, Chen Chuishan expressed his stance on whether he supported the situation being discussed on-site.

The next day, Chen Qiaoshan slept until the sun was high in the sky. After washing up and preparing to eat, he was surprised to find that Chen Weiguo was still at home.

Not having the slightest idea where Lin Xiaoxiao currently was, she went directly to the Mysterious Star Sect to find Flower Granny, hoping to enlist her help. To her surprise, Flower Granny was not at the Mysterious Star Sect, having already left a few days prior. As for where she had gone, it remained completely unknown, and there were no longer any other disciples of the Spirit Beast Sect to be found within Qingyang City.